"Let us not glide through this world and then slip quietly into heaven, without having blown the trumpet loud and long for our Redeemer, Jesus Christ. Let us see to it that the devil will hold a thanksgiving service in hell, when he gets the news of our departure from the field of battle."
I'm been wondering lately, "Where's my trumpet?" Perhaps it's in my closet...maybe it's lost...or maybe I'm just a sissy. God help me, for I love playing your tunes and fear I have lost the desire to do so.
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